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I nod. I’m crazy tired. I can hardly keep my eyes open from all the late nights we’ve been pulling trying to get this place up and running.
Bordeaux pulls me into his chest, and I breathe him in, my mind easing.
He looks down at my wrist and traces my tattoo with one finger. “I don’t know much I agree with this anymore, sugar…” His eyes pan up to mine as a smile grows on his face. “I think I quite like love, actually.”
I kiss him, our lips meeting and our tongues intertwine like they have so many times before. It doesn’t matter how many times I taste him, I’m always wanting more.
A few minutes later, we’ve cleaned up our things. Bordeaux turns out the lights, taking my hand in his, and leading me out the back door where his new security team is waiting for us. We duck into the dark car, and he places his hand on my thigh, yawning.
“You know what I haven’t asked you in a while?” Bordeaux asks sleepily. “What’s a word for this moment?”
I think about it. Because not even the strangest words in the world, not even the most beautiful or unique or perfect words, could describe the past year of our lives together.
“Redamancy.” I tell him. “Love returned in full.”
He smiles at me, his eyes roaming over my body, trailing back up to my stare.
He’s just as intoxicating as he was when we first met.
I look up at the neon sign of Rebellion Records as security drives us away from the building and I think about how much I love the man sitting next to me.
Rebellion Records has a really nice ring to it. And it’s all ours.
Well, ours, Declan’s, Miller’s, and Flynn’s. The band started their own label and we’ve been working day and night to get it up and running by next week when we have our first set of meetings. The plan is for me to do all the publicity for the label, which is what I was originally in school for anyway. I’m graduating in a few months and not feeling the nervousness about going on a hunt for a job definitely has its perks.
I love Bordeaux, and our desire for each other, and his passion for his music. How he never stops wanting to be better. How he never stops pushing me to be better. It’s been a long road. It’s been scary, and hard, and not without pain. But it’s been a series of choices that I’m glad I made.
One year of being his has changed my life in ways I both was and wasn’t prepared for. When I told him I couldn’t live his life, I meant it. I felt like I wasn’t made to be in the spotlight. Not me, with my troubled past and my secrets, my ghosts. But now that it’s all out there, it’s old news. The gossip sites don’t care about my past anymore. They’ve already run my story, they’ve already made their money off me, they’ve already sold me out.
I didn’t want this life. I didn’t choose it, wouldn’t have chosen it for myself.
But I want Bordeaux. I want his sleepy smiles and his warm hugs. I want his talks that can bring me down from any ledge I’m on. I want his heart. And if that means figuring out how to be with him and keep a somewhat private life when I can, I’m okay with that.
I’m more than okay with that because I love this man more than I’ve ever loved another soul on this planet.
Bordeaux squeezes my thigh and I rest my head on his shoulder as the car takes us toward the penthouse.
If I’ve learned anything at all since walking into that record shop that day, it’s that I would choose Bordeaux a hundred times over.
A thousand times over.
A million times over.
And I’ll never stop choosing him.
The End.
